I asked myself when did I become one of those time forgot, when did I become the one that is so average that I get picked over and tossed to the side. We all play a role in this world why am I destined to be on the side of the villain. I am destined for greatness I know it I knew it when I was two I know it now. It’s the rest of the world that is having a hard time noticing. I don’t fit the conventional mold of perfection , I don’t fit the idea of what a professional woman should be. I am a Harlem born princess lost to the path that leads to her throne. I am waiting for a sign or something to let me know which way to go. I hate to ask for help but I have no choice now. Oh how the mighty have fallen, I use to feel like a giant amongst giants….. now I feel like a parasite trying to servive off the smallest portion of life possible. I am the best me I can be, if I listen to stereotypes and satistic and ever person and situation that says no; then, I am not good enough. Since when is my question, since when have I not been good enough. I am a native New Yorker but the beast has grown cold and is now eating it’s young; and I fear sooner then later I will be consumed like so many others. I am drowning in a sea of despair , with an air of suffering so thick that if i take a deep breath i will be paralized from the venom. I am so determine to rise above the issues that plaque me that it keeps me up at night no matter how much i try I keep getting shut down. Whom every reads this please pray for me and the others struggling to make this city go round.